It is the year 2024, Brittany is a dancer while Santana is a photographer. They live in NYC with their four kids, Angel, 13. Terrance, 10, and twins, Madison and Alison are 3. I have no idea what kind of technology they'll have in 10 years but in my mind there is a type of medical procedure or whatever for gay couples to have kids with both genes. As on right now this story is rated T but will easily go to rated M within a few chapter if I have more to write.
The point of views change in this story depending on how I want it to be told.
"Mami, Mamai!" Madison shouted. She ran from her and her twin sister's room; down the hall pass her older brothers room.
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Santana nipped at Brittany's neck, causing the blonde to let out a low moan. The Latina smiled, crawling on top of the blonde and pinning her to the bed, "Have I told you that you are extremely gorgeous?" She muttered into the skin of Brittany's neck. The blonde giggled, extending her neck, giving Santana more space.
"Yes… but it's always nice to hear some more." Santana grinned, her hands working their way down Brittany's abs and to her pajama's pants. The brunette kissed Brittany's lips while talking,
"You're fucking gorgeous. Like stunning."
"And you," Brittany breathed, "Are breath taking." The blond bit Santana's bottom lip, holding it in her mouth and sucking on it with great force, making the brunette shutter. Santana's fingers had found their way into Brittany's panties and she was very pleased at how wet the blonde was.
"Mhmmm, Britt…" Santana moaned looking into Brittany's eyes, "Do you want me to-"Her sentence was cut off by Madison barging in through the closed door, "Jesus!" Santana said in loud whisper quickly removing her hands from her wife's pants. Brittany giggled, pushing Santana off of her lightly,
"Mami!" Her twin sister, Alison was never far behind.
"We want to hear a bedtime story!" They shouted in unison,
"But not just any story we want-"
"To hear how you and mommy met, you know the story-"
"When you guys were on the playground-"
"And-"Santana threw her hand up in front of her daughters, stopping them from finishing each other's sentences any further.
"First off," Santana dropped most of her fingers but her pointer finger, "What have I told you two about knocking?" She couldn't help but be upset, it was 11 pm and she wanted to get her mack on. The twins dropped their shoulders and bowed their heads, letting their long black curls to their face. They averted their eyes, which were mostly blue, but had a hint of brown in the middle of them. Alison nudged her sister to answer, but Madison quickly shot her a glance.
"If the door is shut, knock-"they said together, but Alison quickly changed the sentence, throwing Madison off guard.
"But Madison came in first! When I came in the door was opened." Alison argued, throwing her hands down to her sides and on her hips. Madison pouted,
"We're supposed to be in this together." She whispered to her sister. Madison was the trouble maker out of the two and always tried to involve her older sister.
"I'm older than you! I know better!"
"You know better by three minutes!"
Santana and Brittany watched the two; sometimes they were too cute too handle.
"I just need the both of you to knock, okay? Sometimes me and mami want alone time." Brittany added,
"Alone time?" Madison asked scrunching up her face,
"What for? You're mommies." Alison added, Santana rolled her eyes,
"And if you two know the story so well, why must I tell it again?"
"Because-"
"We like when you tell it!" The two girls began to pull on Santana's arms, forcing her out of the bed.
"I'll be back Britt." Santana called as she was pulled from the room and down the hall. Their ten year old son, Terrence poked his head out from his room.
"Where are you guys taking mami?" He asked rubbing his eyes; his younger sisters had woke him up. Terrence had unruly blonde curls that sat on top of his head, with brown eyes and an olive skin complexion.
"She's going to tell us-"
"How her and mommy meet!" He rolled his eyes, following behind the three.
"I hope you guys grow out of this creepy twin thing." Once they're in the room the twins climb into their twin bed, since they're so small and refuse to sleep in separate beds anyway, they share one bed. Santana gets into their bed as well, letting the two cuddle up to her while Terrence sat on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, you're too old to cuddle?" Santana asked with a smirk as she began to run her fingers throw her daughters hair.
"Yes!" He said, "I'm the man of the house, I can't be caught cuddling. That's for kids." Santana reached over and ruffled Terrence's hair,
"You're still a kid, mijo." Terrence smiles and moves a bit closer, resting his head on Santana's thighs,
"Tell the story mami, it's one of my favorites."
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I hated my new school, I hated the kids, I hated the lunch, and I hated the teachers. I hated Lima! I wanted to move back to Willoughby and I wanted to see my old friends. I missed my mom, who still lived in Willoughby. Since my parents were divorced, I didn't see her as much. My dad was granted custody when it was determined that he had the more stable and better paying job. Your grandfather owned a line of Car dealerships, which made him, kind of rich; Well off was the better term for what he was.
We had moved to Lima so my dad could open up a new car dealership and he liked to be a part of the development of his new stores. So that's why I found myself in this very classroom. I had just started 3rd grade and it was the last month in November, which means I was seriously the new girl. The first day the teacher introduced me to the class everyone just stared at me. But the only person that caught my eye was a bubbly blonde sitting in the front row. She had long blonde hair that sat up high in a ponytail, and it reminded me of silk. The little blonde girl was the only kid to scream, "Hi!"
During music time, while the rest of the class acted like wild animals: the teacher didn't have much control. I sat in my chair and sang quietly to herself. Music was a time for self expression, and my classmates chose this time to scream and socialize with each other. I was doodling inmy notebook while I sang, and when I looked up I saw the same blonde girl dancing. But she wasn't just dancing, she was moving with the wind. The blonde haired, blue eyed girl that had caught my attention was twirling around on her tippy toes, and jumping high in the air. I looked around, wondering if anyone else was noticing this magnificent sight; but I seemed to be the only one.
"Mommy was a good dancer even then?" Terrance asked lifting his head up,
"Your mommy has always been a good dancer. Like always. She used to out dance everyone, that's how she became a Cheerio." Santana smiled,
"Can I be a dancer, too?" Madison asked,
"And I wanna take picture like you!" Alison smiled and kissed Santana on the cheek.
"The three of you can be anything you want." Santana said,
"Finish!" The twins whispered snuggling closer,
"Santana!" They hollered my name in a taunting way. "Santana! Your hair is so ugly! Does your mother even comb it in the morning?" Usually I was quick witted and had a sharp tongue. But this was my first week in a new place, a new city, a new area, a new school, and I was feeling defeated already; I no longer felt like she had a mother. And this specific group of boys; Noah Puckerman, Dave Karofsky, and Sebastian, seemed like they had it out for me. They made fun of my skin color, my extremely curly hair, and even my height.
"L-leave me alone Noah!" I screamed despite my sobs.
"I bet your mom doesn't even care about you. If she did, she'd do your hair!" Dave laughed. I turned to run away but Sebastian stepped in front of me.
"You're short," And like that he pushed me down.
"S-s-stop it!" I wiped the tears away, wondering how much longer this torture would go on. We were on the playground for recess and all I really wanted to do was swing by herself.
"Santana's ugly! Santana's ugly!" Puck pointed to me and the boys moved in closer, Dave reached over and pulled my ponytail, making me yelp. Suddenly I heard a small voice behind her,
"Stop the violence!" I turned to see the tiny blonde girl from class standing with her feet a few inches apart, her hands bunched into a fist and resting her hips. She pushed her way through the Puck and Sebastian. She stood in front of me now, blocking me from further assault. "You guys are just Lima losers, don't you have better things to do than pick on her?" The boys grew quiet before Dave stepped to Brittany.
"This is none of you business Brittany!" Brittany. I thought. Her tears slowed as I looked up at the girl from her position on the ground. Her hair hung low in long, blonde, braid. She wore pink stud earrings and she had on a jean jumper with a pink long sleeve shirt, and matching pink tennis shoes. Brittany laughed at them.
"What if I made fun you guys? Puck has this weird nostril thing he does, Dave you're fat and Sebastian, you look like a girl!" She laughed louder and started to taunt them.
"Pause!" Terrence held his hands up, "Hold up, hold up! In what world were you being bullied and mommy made fun of people? And uncle Puck made fun of you?" This was the woman who left work when he was in second grade to beat up another kid that was taking his lunch money, and then she taught him how to fight and told him not to be a pansy.
"I was new, and scared, and they kind of ganged up on me… Uncle Puck had a bit of a crush on me back then."
"Ew…."
"And that was the first time I ever heard your mom make fun of anyone." Santana knew that Brittany wasn't half the bitch she was, but the blonde could take someone out with her words if it came down to it.
"Terry be quiet!" Alison and Madison whined. "We wanna hear the story!"
I watched as the boys suddenly grew smaller, and quieter. They turned away without another word. Then Brittany turned around and her smile seriously lit up my world.
Whoa. Was all I could think,
She put her hand out for me to grab and at that moment I realized that I never wanted her to let go."Thanks," I whispered, I was embarrassed and shocked, stunned and mesmerized all at the same time.
"You don't have to thank me. They're bullies, and any nice person would have done it." That's what shocked me; she was nice. And sweet. That was the day I promised myself I wouldn't let anyone hurt her. "I like you," Brittany cheered, clapping her hands and bouncing up and down.
"I like you too." I blushed.
All three kids were still wide awake,
"Another!" Allison begged,
"Yeah, tell us one we haven't heard!" Madison suggested, just then Brittany walked in, along with their 13 year old daughter, Angel.
"Why is everyone awoke? I'll never get it in…" Terrence arched an eyebrow and Brittany's eyes widened,
"Get what in?" He asked, Angel giggled, she'd heard a few of the older boys using that term before.
"What are you laughing at?" Santana asked her daughter quickly. She was too young to know about anything but fingernail polish and j-14 magazines. Angel shook her head still laughing. She honestly didn't know what the phrase meant. "They want to hear another story, Britt." Brittany smiled and joined her kids and wife; Angel found a seat on the floor.
"I can't go to sleep…" Angel started, "8th grade is going to be horrible." Angel shook her head, thinking of a story her parents could tell. "When did you guys start dating?" Angel asked, this made Santana giggle, while Madison, Alison, and Terrence all scrunched their faces,
"Ew!" they all said.
"Um, we didn't… well, we did…"
"I'll tell the story!" Brittany said pulling Terrence into her lap and hugging him as he laughed.
"It was the middle of our 8th grade year, and it was so cool to be dating someone. So of course, you mami and I both had boyfriends. Mami's boyfriend's name was Puck-"
"As in uncle Puck! Aunt Quinn's husband? My father in law? That man?" Angel exclaimed, "Mami gross!" Santana rolled her eyes,
"I agree; gross. But it was what it was back then. Him and Auntie Quinn weren't together and he liked me…"
"But you didn't like him."
"Not really."
"So then why-"
"That's a different story for a different night." Santana said. Brittany leaned over and kissed her wife as she continued,
"While I dated this kid, Mark. We were going on maybe about three months I'm think, not that I really kept count back then… anyway. One day after school I saw Mark walking down the street with this other girl, Kitty. She had blonde hair like mines, but she was a year older than us, and at the time, if you were in 9th grade that made you cool by default. They were holding hands and laughing, and it hurt me a lot because I thought Mark cared about me. I tried to tell myself that I didn't care, and truthfully I didn't, it just hurt to know that one day I would like someone and they would have that power over me. So the next day at school Mark was telling all of his friends about his new girlfriend Kitty, and how he didn't like me anymore…"
Brittany stopped at the sound of Santana's growling, "Baby," Brittany laughed,
"I still get mad thinking about the whole thing," Santana rested her head on Madison's as Alison's crawled onto Santana's lap and lay on her chest.
"I cried in the bathroom all through lunch, and when recess came around your mami came looking for me,"
"Britt?" Santana called. She'd been looking for her best friend for the last 30 minutes; Puck was becoming exhausting to listen too, and Berry with that voice! "Britt- Britt? Where are you?" Suddenly, she heard a whimper from one of the last stalls. "Brittany?" She ran over to the stall and tried to push the door open but it was locked. "Open the door, Brittany." The blonde shook her head, staying silent as her tears fell harder, her curls flying over her face and back to her shoulders. Santana sighed; she hated to have to do this. The brunette dropped to ground and crawled under the stall, when she stood up and was face Brittany the look on her best friend's face made her want to hit someone. Her nose and cheeks were red while her eyes were puffy and the blonde was shaking. "Why are you crying?" she asked, she pulled Brittany up from her position on the toilet and held her close as she cried on her shoulder.
"Mark-" Brittany sobbed, he'd been saying awful things about her. "H-He, he-"
"What did he do?" Santana pulled away, it broke her heart to see her best friend like this.
"You have to promise to not get mad, San!" Brittany choked out, knowing her best friend and more importantly: knowing Snixx. Santana quickly put her hands behind her back and crossed her fingers.
"I promise," She said.
"He broke up with me-"Santana just nodded, she'd been hearing that around the school but she ever thought Mark deserved Brittany so… "He didn't even tell me. He found some other girl, some 9th grader. And he said that-that… he said she was prettier than me, and that she was more… developed." Brittany's tears fell, and Santana took the blondes hands in hers. "Apparently she'll let him get to third base-" That was it! All Santana had heard around school was that Mark and Brittany broke up, and Brittany never liked the boy so she figure her friend was fine with it. But Mark had no right to treat her beautiful best friend like this! Anger shot through her veins and she felt herself becoming hot, Brittany knew that look. "You promised!" Santana undid the latch on the stall,
"My fingers were crossed!" Santana stormed out of the bathroom and down the long hallway of the school; she knew exactly where Mark was. Brittany chased after her, screaming her name but all Santana was seeing was red. How dare he say anything like that about Brittany! He was lucky she even gave him a slim chance; and it was her body; she was able to do what she wanted and had the right to deny anyone anything she wasn't comfortable with. Santana soon spotted Mark on the basketball court and she charged for him at full speed, catching him off guard and pushing him hard to the ground,
"What are you doing, Lopez? You want some of this?" He joked trying to get up, but was stopped by Santana's foot ramming into his chest and pushing him back on the ground.
"Do you want some of this?!" She raised her fist, causing him to laugh.
"I bet you don't even know what to do with that," He was talking a whole lot for a kid who was pinned to the ground by a 13 year old girl.
"Santana! Stop!" she heard Brittany behind her. The brunette turned to her best friend and was instantly calmed down by those blue eyes, but then they reminded her of how sweet and innocent Brittany was; how she deserved better, then the anger came back ten times worst. Without warning Santana turned her attention back to Mark and punched him hard in the face, causing his lip to bleed.
"Ow!" He shouted, a crowd of had been formed but they were no all shocked that a girl had did that to a boy.
"You're a jerk, Mark! And you're stupid for thinking you could mess with Brittany without having to deal with me!" She screamed, punching him one more time. Brittany turned to Puck, who was laughing at Mark and screaming for his girlfriend to beat him up some more,
"Go get her!" Brittany screamed, but he just couldn't stop laughing. His girlfriend had a mean right hook. Mark considered hitting Santana back, but even he wanted to he couldn't; his face hurt way too bad. Brittany ran over to Santana and placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping the Latina from further assault. "I'm fine…" She said with a weak smile, with one last final push, Santana got off of Mark and was escorted to the principal's office by one of the lunch aids.
Angel's eyes widened, "You beat up a boy?!" she asked, her blue eyes stared at her mami. She was a splitting image of the two women, she had Brittany's blue eyes, and Santana's long dark brown hair, and a combination of their skin tones, making her a very creamy brown complexion. Santana nodded her head,
"He deserved it,"
"So what happened next?" Terrance asked yawning, Brittany looked over, and the twins were already fast asleep.
"So, I'm suspended for two week." Santana said. Her and Brittany now lived next door to each other and she often would sneak out and over to her best friend's house. Brittany looked down, she felt bad.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I busted Mark's lip, maybe he'll think before he speaks next time."
"Yeah but-"
"No buts. Britt, you're gorgeous and amazing in every way possible, and if he couldn't see that then you don't need him." Santana grew shy now, she'd always had weird feelings for Brittany but they were definitely getting out of control the older they got. Brittany blushed and put her hands behind her back as her face turned red, "I was thinking…" Santana started,
"Yeah?" Brittany asked,
"Um, y-you should be my girlfriend or something…" Her voice drifted off, Brittany was totally going to say no. There was no way she was going to say,
"Yes!" Brittany beamed, "I'll totally be your girl friend, and we already hang out all the time." Santana smiled and felt a very heavy weight get lifted from her shoulder.
"Ok, ok, cool…"
"Cool…" Brittany smiled and pulled Santana into a hug.
"Thanks you sticking up from me."
"I'd do it again."
Angel smiled and got up, "I can totally see mom punching someone for you," She said grabbing Terence's hand, he was drifting off too so she figured she could put him to bed.
"You go mami!" He gave the two a kiss on the cheek, "I'd fight for the both of you too."
"C'mon mi hermano." He nodded his head and followed out, waving goodbye and good night to his moms. Santana and Brittany placed the twins under the covers, making sure Alison had her stuffed bear and Madison had her stuffed bunny. They tucked the twins in, and flipped on the night light before turning off the real lights.
"Goodnight," Brittany kissed Alison while Santana kissed Madison,
"Que duerma bien,"
/
Once in their rooms and sure that all the kids were sleep, Santana pushed Brittany down to the bed. "Where was I?" She asked practically ripping Brittany's shirt off,
"Baby," Brittany moaned, "I have to be on the set of a video tomorrow; early. It's already 1 am."
"Really quick, I promise," Santana whine,
"It's never quick with you," Brittany kissed her on the lips for a while before pulling away; "You have to be up early too, we need sleep." Santana rolled her eyes and rolled off of Brittany, she turned her back to the blonde, highly upset. "You're not mad at me!" Brittany laughed; she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist,
"Britt, seriously, I'm already horny enough." Santana said trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs,
"I want to cuddle," Brittany turned Santana back around so she could cuddle into the brunette, Santana sighed. Why was she so whipped? She could never tell the blonde no, but she tried.
"No Brittany." The brunette said as sternly as she could, but Brittany was growing on her fast. She pushed Brittany away slightly.
"Please?" She husked into Santana's ear.
"No…" Her voice was weak now. God, the things Brittany did to her.
"San…" Santana sighed, she finally turned her head and faced bright blue eyes.
"Why can't you just let me be mad at you?" Brittany giggled and pulled Santana closer to her.
"I love you." She said giving the brunette a kiss. She wrapped her arms around Brittany as well,
"I love you too."
/
Angel and Terrence were already up and eating breakfast while Santana got the twins ready for their first day of pre-school. "Terry! You're eating all of the Cap'N' Crunch!" Angel shouted taking the box from her younger brother.
"I'm a growing boy, Angel! Give it back!"
"What are Maddy and Allie going to eat?"
"We have Cheerios." Brittany grabbed the box from Angel's hands.
"Enough! Eat so I can drop you two off." She said putting the box on top of the refrigerator. Brittany sat down with her own box of Lucky Charms and ate with her kids who were watching her now with grins. "I'll eat the Cap'N'Crunch too if you two don't stop staring at me." Angel and Terrence both smiled and began to eat.
/
"I want to wear my jumper!" Alison yelled,
"But we have to look alike Allie! We're twins!" Madison rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated breath,
"But I don't want to wear those pants!" She said, "And we already look alike!" Santana listened to the argument for a while as she braided Alison's hair into a fishtail braid,
"I'm guessing you don't want to same hairstyle either?" she said once the argument registered in her mind.
"No!" Alison yelled
"Yes!" Madison whined.
"How about a comprimse? Either same outfit, different hair, or same hair different outfit?" The two thought, before finally saying,
"Same outfit, different hair." Santana nodded,
"Madison get's to pick the outfit Allie." Alison sighed,
"Fine." She shrugged her shoulders as Santana put her hair in two high ponytails; her deep curls falling pass her shoulders. She tied Madison's ponytails with bows at the top and put a bow at the end of Alison's braid. Alison picked out their acid wash jumpers.
"You can pick the shirt we wear!" Madison clapped her hands and smiled,
"You're the smartest person ever!" they then picked out matching pink short sleeved shirts and pink shoes to complete their outfits.
"Fabulous!" the twins and Santana all said as they headed out for breakfast.
/
"Mommy…" Angel said after they dropped Terrence off and were now on the way to her new middle school. "I'm nervous; everyone is already going to know each other and no one's going to like me… and what if they don't think I'm pretty." This made Brittany laugh, "Mom! It's not funny!"
"Are you sure you're Santana Lopez's daughter? Your mami literally thought she would get kicked out of school because her beauty was too distracting." Brittany smiled and Angel laughed too, "Sweetie, you're beautiful. And you're seriously amazing; the other kids are going to love you." Angel didn't look so sure, "You want to hear about your mom and me's first day of highschool?" Angel gave a weak smile and nodded her head,
"Ok, well… to start off your mami broke my heart first thing that morning."
It was the first day of 9th grade and Brittany couldn't shake her nerves, all the kids at McKinley were bigger than her, the girls were prettier and taller, and everything looked different than it did at her middle school. Her fears and doubts melted away when she saw Santana down the further end of the hallway, Brittany bolted towards her girlfriend; sure she had just seen her yesterday but… this was crucial. "Santana!" Brittany attacked as soon as she was close enough. Santana laughed and embraced her best friend, "I missed you," Brittany said. Santana grabbed her things and smiled, she had missed Brittany too but they were getting older and it was time that they started acting like most girls.
"We just saw each other," She pointed out.
"I know… but I'm allowed to miss my girlfriend, right?" Santana looked around quickly, she checked behind her and behind Brittany, to the side of her and down the hallway. It was crowded but no one had heard the blonde.
"We're in high school now, Britt. That girlfriend thing… it was fun last year and over the summer…" Santana smiled thinking about the small kisses they often exchanged when they were alone, and how they would playfully hold hands when they went out together. "But we have to have boyfriends now… Puck and me are going to the movie on Friday…" Brittany seriously felt her heart break, how could Santana not want to be with her anymore? Sure, they're relationship had never changed once they got together but she liked being able to call Santana hers. She decided to hide her pain and forced a smile,
"Yeah, ok. You're right."
"Yeah, if people knew we were girlfriends they'd think we were weird and gay. And we're not." Santana said, "But we're still bestie's right?" Brittany beamed and nodded her head,
"We're like each other's other half's. We're like peanut butter and crackers. Buzz and Woody, cookies and milk-"
"Ying and yang!" Santana giggled, she knew that Brittany brought out the better in her. "And this year is going to be amazing, we're going to become Cheerio's and rule this school. We're going to have everyone wrapped around out fingers." Brittany clapped her hands and nodded her head. Next the two checked their schedules; they had lunch together but only one class out of their other 7. Brittany pouted,
"Who's going to help me with me Math, Science and social studies?"Santana gave Brittany a weak smile, she wasn't good in most subjects.
"I can still help you, and we have English together." The bell rung and Santana gave Brittany another hug.
"Text me, okay? And if anyone says or does anything-"
"Tell you, I know." Santana waved as she ran up the steps to her next class.
"Mami broke up with you? For Uncle Puck?" Angel was still having some trouble wrapping her head around her mami and her uncle dating. Brittany nodded her head,
"She didn't want people to talk about us…" Angel shook her head in disbelief.
"So how'd you get through the day?"
Upon entering her third period class Brittany seriously hated high school. They guys here were bigger pigs than Mark was. She was tired of the older boys asking her if she was a freshman in those perverted voices of theirs, and she was sick of the taller kids bumping into her. She just wanted Santana. Brittany took the last seat in the back and pulled out her text,
From Santana: I'm kind of loving high school, I've gotten like six boys numbers.
Brittany rolled her eyes, why did Santana even want the boy's numbers? She was dating Puck and Santana was never worried about boys before then, so why now?
Santana hated to have to tell Brittany about her real feelings; how the older they got the stronger she felt for her. It wasn't normal and it wasn't something she wanted to be! Boys, she was supposed to be into boys! She was supposed to want to kiss boys, and got out with boys, and want to be with a boy. Not her best friend with the silky blonde hair and the smile that made Santana melt with joy. It wasn't supposed to be like that.
From Brittany: A few guys have hit on me… but I didn't like them.
To Brittany: It's ok to be picky Britt, just not too picky. Lol. There are some really cute guys here.
Brittany just laughed; she missed Santana. They hadn't been separated since they first met in third grade. Just then another blonde walked over and sat down beside her, "Hi, I'm Quinn." She stuck her hand out. "I'm going to be the head cheerleader by the end of my sophomore year." Brittany raised an eyebrow, Santana wanted to be head cheerleader. She pushed it from her mind and shook the girls hand.
"Hi I'm Brittany. Me and my best friend are going to try out for the Cheerio's too."
"Oh goodie! I hope you guys are good-"
"We definitely are." All summer the two had been working on their cheers and stunts and dancing. They both agreed that if they didn't make the team together, they were too good for the cheerio's.
"You met Aunt Quinn?"
"Yup, sure did." Angel smiled, maybe she would meet a best friend. They had just moved to NYC from LA and all of her friends were across the country. "I promise; it won't be that bad." Angel pouted seeing her new school up ahead. "I know its cliché, but just be yourself."
"Can you finish the story real quick?"
The rest of the day went by and Lunch was up next, Brittany and Quinn scanned the lunch room for Santana, and when Brittany spotted the Latina at one of the middle tables surrounded by a group of guys she smiled and walked over to them. "San! This is Quinn." Brittany knew Santana wasn't fond of new people, but she was clearly making new friends. Santana averted her attention to Brittany, she had seriously wanted to hug the blonde all day.
"Britt-Britt!" She got up from the guys and took Brittany's hand and led her to sit next to her while Quinn sat across from them. "Hi Quinn." Santana said with a little more attitude than she meant too, she wasn't used to Brittany having other friends.
"Hi… Santana." Quinn returned the attitude, "Britt says you guys are trying out for Cheerio's. I can't wait to lead us to Victory."
"Lead? Who says you're going to be Captain?"
"The fact that I'm the best."
"In your dreams." The guys all started to howl at the obvious cat fight about to start,
"Quinn! Santana! We're not even on the team yet, let's not argue."
"What makes you think you're better than me, blondie? Seriously, I could cheer circles around you,"
"San…" Brittany whined,
"I bet you can't even spell Cheer."
"I can spell ass whooping!"Brittany grabbed Santana's hand, knowing her touch usually relaxed the Latina. And it did. Santana felt her currently boiling blood lower and she was calming down. Then she remembered where they were and what she had said earlier. She moved her hand slowly, not wanting to hurt Brittany's feelings. "Whatever." She muttered.
They pulled up in the parking lot and Brittany smiled, "We're here." Angel sighed,
"You made friends?"
"I made plenty of friends." Angel nodded her head and took a deep breath.
"I can do this,"
"Totally." Brittany gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek and smiled, "Your mami will be here to get you and Terry at 3:00."
"Ok." Angel fixed her hair a bit and got out of the car, "By mom,"
/
"Alright Princess's, we're here-" Alison bounced up and down and ran into the classroom before Santana could finish her sentence. The brunette laughed and looked down at Madison who was still standing close to her. She chuckled and picked Alison up and carried her inside. Once inside she put her down, "Go on Mija, look, Allie found some girls to play with." Madison shook her head quickly. "Maddy…"
"Can you stay?" Santana checked the time on her phone, "Mija, I have to go. I've got a photoshoot and I need to go set everything up."
"No mami! Don't leave me!" Madison cried and attached herself to Santana.
"Mija, mija…" Santana pulled Madison from her leg and helped the young girl to take off her coat and bookbag off. Alison skipped over to her sister.
"Stop being a baby, Maddy. C'mon!" She whined, as much as Alison loved her independence, Madison was her best friend.
"Allie, are you going to take care of your sister?" Alison smiled brightly and grabbed her sisters hand,
"Yes!"
"You hear that? Alison's going to make sure you have an awesome day." Madison whipped the tears that were starting to stream away.
"O-okay…" Santana gave both girls a kiss on the cheek as their teacher came over and took them to a table. She waved goodbye and headed off to work.
I'm thinking this would be a story about Santana and Brittany's future life together, their kids and their jobs, just a little fun fluff story with some drama mixed in definitely. And the first few chapters or so would have many of flashbacks, short and long, told to their kids or told to each other.
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